Come here, no closer, let me prick
you—not poke, I am not
that needle which administers
your flu shot or draws a vial of blood
from the crook of your elbow,
though I may steal
some, have it smeared
on your skin. It’s up to you,
your intoxication, you’re responsible
for the amount you bleed—let’s hope
you didn’t lie on that permission
form sheet with your signature.
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